[center][h1][color=DodgerBlue]Ciel[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center] Location - Franklin, Heard County High School[/center][hr]

Ciel blushed slightly, climbing up onto the bed and hesitantly tugging off his grey jacket, pulling his white t shirt up over his arms and tossing both articles of clothing to the side. With his shirt off, it was all the more evident just how much of a hard time he'd had with surviving alone. All his ribs were visible, his spine forming a ridge up his back. He looked as though a gust of wind would snap him in half. He had a large bruise across his left shoulder blade, as if he'd fallen or been struck by a large heavy object, but other than that his torso was unscathed. His hands and forearms, however, were riddled with small red cuts and thoroughly dusted with dirt and dry blood. Some of his cuts were still oozing blood and were bright red with apparent infection. He bit hard into his lip, knowing how bad he probably looked. As sickly and emaciated as he appeared, he only felt worse. A sharp stabbing pain wracked his upper abdomen, and aside from that he felt tired and lightheaded. He kept his face as straight as he could, looking down intently at the floor. 

He said nothing, trying not to show his discomfort. He felt kind of awkward being examined like this, and mostly just wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. He kept his arms clutched around his stomach, but that was the only hint he gave as to his feelings of illness. His facial expression was blank and serious, almost brooding. He wasn't sure what he imagined coming back into society would be like, but he sort of hope that he'd be able to get right into helping out around the city instead of having to be tended to like a helpless child. Okay, perhaps he was a bit helpless at the moment, since he had no idea how to properly tend to any of his afflictions, but as much as he realized that in the back of his head, he was still in steadfast, arrogant denial. He'd be fine, he thought, if he could just buck up and schlep his way through.